I knew that Salinger wanted me to take the sexual lead more often; to be more creative, more aggressive. But I also knew that when I was he would usually pull back; mixed signals that infuriated me. I would get turned on, get inspired, try to execute that inspiration on Salinger; only to have him pull back on me, leaving me feeling rejected and downright shi...
The damn phone rang at 6 AM. I wanted to ignore it, but Marty was all over it. I mean this was an adventure to Marty. He didn't understand that it was just a job to me. I was going to work like hell not to pee on his parade, but there were no guarantees. I doubted that I could ever make myself believe that it was the trip of a lifetime for me. Marty went to...
Setting my laptop on my desk, I positioned the two black baseball-shaped speakers to the side and, with an automatic, rhythmic nod of my head, I let the tunes crank. ~Oh, yo, yo, there's a demon inside. Oh, yo, yo, just like Jekyll and Hyde! ~ With a pimp strut and an improvised dance step making me look, no doubt, like a complete moron, I went back to my...
I look up from my book, startled by the clomping of boots on the porch of the hideaway to which I was brought last night to fulfill a promise. Situated on a dirt road, miles from the main highway that snakes through this range of the Appalachian Mountains, so remote are we that the electrical grid barely stretches here and cable TV and cell phone service are...
Disclaimer: "Click on Chat" is an erotic thriller that touches on bondage, smoking fetish, cross dressing and other adult themes. As such it is intended only for mature readers. It is a total work of fiction and any similarities between the characters and actually persons living or dead is only by chance. Laws differ between states about what constitutes "ju...
This story has already been posted elsewhere with the pen-name texrep. Kezza67 and texrep are the pen-names I use for my stories. This is a story of fiction. Any resemblance to people alive or dead, or institutions are coincidental. Please be aware that the ending is somewhat poignant. Life isn't always fair and happy. * CHAPTER ONE How do we define life...
"Excuse me. Do you need some help with that?" he asked trying not to scare her as she grabbed bags from the trunk of her car. "Oh. Hi, there. Um, yes. That would be very nice. Thank you," she said. "Here. Let me grab a couple of those for you," he said as he reached for two of the four paper bags full of groceries she was carrying inside her house. "I kno...
Author's Note: Another four weeks and another chapter drops. I had hoped to get this one launched in three weeks, but with work and other things that needed doing around the home (purging old shit) I've had my hands full for the last week. Thankfully, with all of that done, I can get back to focusing on writing my stories. This is the fourth story that I ha...
"Dammit, this place is beautiful! Like something out of a book!" Sienna peered out the window at the square, two-story building. The driving rain and darkness would've obscured most details if not for our proximity, but with the perimeter lights on and the car parked next to the stairs, the gorgeous building came into focus. It was constructed of rough-hewn...
Part One: God of Travelers From the tip to the bottom of the shaft, the cock was at least four feet tall. "Evidence for the argument," I said to Theo, "that size does matter." Theo laughed, shaking crumbs off the blanket where we'd had our picnic. "Pop quiz, Cass. What's the Greek term for the big weiner there?" Of course I knew the term for it, I'd just...